Novel & Cerita Billionaire Let's Divorce

~SEBASTIAN~ Later that afternoon, Lyons called to confirm that he was done with the divorce papers as I instructed him. "About the divorce settlement, Mr. Frost -" "Make it one billion." "What?" He was surprised. I mean, I was the richest man in the country, and second in the world. How could I let my wife go with nothing to her name? "Make it a billion, Lyons." "Oh, okay. I will make those changes right away before I mail the papers to your house."

As usual, he always appears in the news, but this doesn't seem pleasing. News Broadcaster: "Popular billionaire business mogul auctions his multimillion-dollar company as he faces bankruptcy." I exhaled deeply after the news broadcaster narrated the news. I couldn't help but chuckle because I knew the reason for his action. He's trying to sell off his properties so he won't have anything to share with Paige when they officially divorce. "Well, that's his problem. He created it for himself, so let him face it," I sighed, picking up my phone to call Jason to find out why he hadn't arrived yet.

Sealed divorce documents on page three. “Divorce Rosalind?!” my mother shrieked, “You cannot divorce James.” I wanted a hole to open up in the floor and swallow me whole. “Do you know how much money it’s going to cost your father to have these deemed as false rumors?” she shook her head, scoffing and tossing the stack of tabloids on the table in front of her, but the one hiding behind the top cover caught my eye. Billionaire James Wood purchases multimillion dollar penthouse for mistress amid ongoing divorce.

Faline was stupid if she thought that she was going to get all my properties, and she was even dumb enough to sign the paperwork without reading what I actually gave her. She offered me her hand. "I guess we are no longer husband and wife anymore." "I loved playing the role of your depressing, miserable wife, and now all my hard work has paid off. I'll become a millionaire." I got up and left the office. FALINE POV A few days later, the article about my divorce from Reynard Vincenzo was finally published in the media. But the headlines made my blood boil. FAMOUS BILLIONAIRE AND CEO DIVORCES EX-WIFE AND LEAVES HER PENNILESS.

Me, a fucking handsome, powerful billionaire, was being boxed out by my new bride. Obviously, I was out of my mind with anger and disappointment, and demanded that she move out. Joelle rolled her eyes and refused, but after one too many blowout fights, she finally agreed to move her shit into a cottage on the outskirts of my property. Then, I demanded a divorce. It was the natural next step. There was no fucking way I was going to stay in a sexless marriage. That shit is for losers and sad sacks, and there was no way I was going to stay leashed to such a fucking bitch.

Just then, his younger sister-in-law, Chelsea Willow, said, "Dad, Mom, what are you guys doing? If it hadn't been for Wilbur giving us fifty million dollars back then, we wouldn't have moved on from being regular folks to becoming billionaires with a booming supermarket business right now. Have you forgotten what Wilbur has done for us?" Wilbur's wife, Yvonne, roared. "Shut up, you! It's true that he gave us fifty million dollars, but he hasn't done anything in the past three years other than lazing around! We built the Willow empire on our own. He has nothing to do with it." Chelsea was just about to refute it when her father said, "There's nothing more for you to say. They're definitely ge

Her hands curled tightly round the fork she held, she dreaded the next words that would follow. “They said divorce is when mom and dad won't live together and they hate each other. Is that true? Jacintha’s mouth twitched. For a heartbeat, she considered remaining silent, letting Reid deflect. But no she couldn’t. She can't lie to her daughter, Vida deserves to know the truth. She inhaled and answered quietly, “Yes,” she said. The words landed, sharp and cold. Vida’s eyes widened. “Baby”, she began. But she was no longer looking at her food or Vida. She glared hard at Reid sitting across her on the table.

“The company is dealing with a crisis.” I stared at him. “So you decided to divorce me?” “It’s not that simple.” “It looks simple,” I replied. “You already wrote the ending.” He finally met my eyes. His expression was flat. Controlled. The same look he wore in boardrooms when negotiations were done. “I can’t afford complications,” he said. The word hit harder than I expected. “Complications,” I repeated. “Is that what I am now?” “Elara, you’re taking this personally.”

Well, good riddance because damn! There was no way her and her husband dearest were going to escape what I had for them. She had some nerve. Coming into my home, almost ruining things for Scarlett and I, all for a few millions, while she was still married to the fucker I made swear I would never set my eyes on him again. Yeah, they asked for every bit of what I was going to serve to them on a gold dish. With these, I couldn't help but wonder what then was in the second envelope, the brown one.

I retorted and she shut her trap. “She is already married to him." “Your bastard wants him, she has been fucking him already." I reply and he made a face but I don't give a flying fuck. “Get them divorced and pay my debt, get her married to him and the deal with your friend is sealed.” I eased into the couch. “It doesn't work that way!" “You knew about the arranged HIV patients, didn't you?" I asked Liliana and again I felt Valentina stiffen up. “That has nothing to do with the current discussion." She hissed at me.